Neverwinter Forest Round these parts

She winced at his word. She was afraid that might happen, even if she hoped for an outcome where everyone was happy and understanding; she knew life was never that easy or fair, though. It sounded like things had gone the absolute worst way possible, and she couldn't help but feel like she was partially responsible for his hurting right now. Yeah, he had made his choices, but she had pushed him to talk to everyone and be upfront about everything—she had meddled because she cared about him, and now things were even worse. 

She touched her nose to his shoulder to try and comfort him. I'm sorry, Mal, she offered softly. Maybe he'll calm down after some time and feel less angry about everything, she suggested. She didn't know Cupid very well, but maybe once he had some time to think things over, he might be more accepting of everything. 

Can I do anything to help? she asked hesitantly. She knew there was probably nothing, but she had to offer.